PPOV
Three days later...
Her smooth skin slid under my fingertips while quiet whimpers and whines caressed my ears. I felt her fingers slip into my hair as I slowly moved down her body, pressing my lips lightly against her flesh.
The tip of my nose skimmed her stomach, down to her navel before I made my way back up. I pushed myself up by my hands, dipping my head back down and capturing a perky peak between my teeth. A light tug had her back arching, pushing more in my mouth making me purr. Sealing my lips, I let the tip of my tongue flick out, swirling around the nipple before I gave it a suck, a gasped cry escaping and breaking the silence.
Little fingers tightened and pulled at my hair as her excitement began to grow, a responding pleasure filled growl rumbling in my chest. Lost in her fog of growing ecstasy, my teeth raking her skin was lost on her, the little lines deep enough to ooze bloodlaced venom. After bathing the sites, collecting the unknown offering, I abandoned my current place and once again headed south.
Light nips and peppered kisses showed my progress to the destination that we both wanted me to reach. My tongue once again flicked out, dipping into her belly button making her squirm slightly.
An inch above where I was heading I lifted my eyes, looking up and seeing her head thrown back and lips trembling. Taking a deep scent of the air, a smirk pulled at my lips. This wouldn't take long. I haven't even done anything yet and she was ready to explode.
Dragging my fingers lightly yet roughly across the dip in her hip on one side, I licked the dip on the other before giving it a nip. Fingers running the apex of her leg, I then, finally, gave into her silent wishes, running the pad of one finger back up the slit and gave a rough suck on the skin of her hip. I barely touched the button at the top, my nail just catching it yet that was all it took to send her over her edge of bliss. She was so worked up, however, that she actually choked on her cry of release, the sound caught in her throat.
Only slightly letting her come down, I looked up at her again, seeing bright red eyes staring back at me. I grinned at her, my teeth flashing in the light. "Round one, My Little Sugar."
Eyes snapping open, I shot out of the chair I had taken up residence in three days ago like I was kicked straight in the ass. The action was so out of nowhere, it actually made Charlotte jump and drop the book in her hands. She looked at me, but I was looking at the nearly done changling on my bed, eyes wide and dick at full attention.
Where the fuck...
Shaking my head, I headed for the door with an 'I gotta go'. Charlotte, still not sure what was going on, called after me to wait, to which I shook my head again, looking back at her. "I gotta get out a here, Betty. I'll catch her dinner while I'm out, but if she wakes up 'fore I get back, you know whatcha doin'."
I had barely made it out the door before I found a pint sized blonde blocking my path with a hand on my chest. I looked down at her as she looked up at me, her lips turned down and her eyes worried.
Her voice was soft, but there was an edge to it. "What's the matter, Sug? You lookin' like you seen a ghost."
You could say that, Betty. Again, I sighed as I removed her hand. "I just need some air, Dolly. I'm 'ight."
When you spend, collectively, over a century around the same person, there are things you just pick up... like when to pick your battles. Her eyes said she knew there was something going on with me, but she knew better than to prod. Instead, she just nodded and stepped off to the side.
I didn't say a word as I passed her, my mind refusing to give up the fantasy of me and Bella. Every time it ended, it would start again, the detail sharp and painful. I could still taste her bloody venom on my tongue and feel her skin against mine.
With a snarl on my lips, I glanced over my shoulder before sprinting out of the house. Distance... distance was needed, and needed badly. I'm one of the fastest mother fuckers on the planet, and I couldn't outrun her scent. No matter how fast I moved, or how far I ran, it followed, torturing me with a sweetness and tang that literally had my mouth watering. I couldn't swallow the venom fast enough, the overflow dribbling down my chin like an iridescent waterfall. Why couldn't I get away from it? I was miles from the house, miles from her, and it was as fresh as it would be if I were still sitting at her deathbed.
With a growl, I drove my foot into the ground, kicking up a wall of earth, covering the area in a dirty fog. Not unlike my mind, actually. Nostrils flaring, I whirled around, looking for the newborn that somehow passed Charlotte and followed me, only to find myself completely alone in the middle of nowhere.
I panted hard, growls and snarls slipping past my lips in time with the sounds from the Little Sugar as the vision of her beneath me played through once again. Every new intake of her scent made it all the more real, all the more desirable to make an actual reality.
Mother fucker.
My fingers slipped into my hair, and I dropped my head to my chest, glaring at the ground as I was once again bombarded with a very naked, and very willing, bed partner. Lowering my eyes, my lip curled as my hand raised, pulling out the front of my shirt. Blood... there was blood on my shirt. Well, that explains the scent. That intoxicating, overwhelming, scent of...
With a growled huff, I pulled my shirt off and stared at the splotches of crimson; the taunting, teasing little bastards. My tongue tingled with the memory of what that blood tasted like, and it was fucking delicious. I've turned a lot of humans in my day, and never once had the trouble stopping I had with Bella. She was literally the best thing I had ever tasted, and I very nearly didn't stop. I also hadn't really put any thought into my teeth slipping into her neck. I hadn't planned on it being quite so soon, but it happened, and she didn't fight it.
Shaking my head, I tossed the bloody shirt away and decided to let it alone. It was probably just her blood in my belly and the fact she was still alive that caused the little show in my mind, and as soon as her blood ran its course, this little fantasy would as well. Besides, I had far more important things to think about above who stars in my very active imagination. What I was dutifully overlooking, though, was Bella wasn't even close to the first female I've sired, but she was the first I was contributing blood to sexual fantasies.
Dropping, I sat on my hunches and again lowered my head, chin to chest. Since there was nothing to figure out there, simply because I refused to acknowledge it, I turned my thoughts over to the crux of the situation at hand. There was a whole lot of people out to fry both mine and Bella's asses, and I still didn't know why. What was the point of all this? Why would anyone go to such lengths to kill two people?
With that thought, a different one surfaced. What if, it wasn't so much the lengths they're going to, to kill two people, but more so the ones they're going to, to save their own asses? That made much more sense. I have killed every human Edward has invited into our world over the last sixty years, so I have first hand knowledge of them breaking the rules. Bella IS that first hand knowledge of them breaking the rules. My head snapped up as I figured it out, my theory slipping out loud from my lips. "He did it again, and they got caught."
Deference. It was a southern vampire's greatest asset. You get caught doing something wrong, like help create an army, you pass that shit on to whoever you can. In this case, getting caught willingly allowing a human to not only live in our world, but to let them live when you leave the area, would absolutely be something anyone would want to put on someone else. That's cause for death, and I knew well that none of those mother fuckers had any interest in dying. Since I had been told about her, I also knew there was a human with knowledge she shouldn't have, and that could be backed up with one touch of my skin. I had no idea what was told to Aro, but I knew that's why I was sent to Forks after her. I tried to save the human from the guard, and I'm sure that looked like something it sure the fuck wasn't. It also, quite possibly, backed up whatever was told to the Asshole in Chief himself.
The question now was, what did the self-appointed jackass have on me and Bella to drive him the distance he went? What was he told? One human wasn't worth all this, not even to him. There was more to it, and I had to know what that was. And, where the fuck was this so-called world's greatest tracker? We've been in the same place long enough. He should have found us by now.
The corner of my lip curled and I pulled out my phone. I needed one answer, and once I got that, I could further journey down this road.
Dialing a number I have never used, and don't even remember how I got, I put the phone to my ear and waited, chuckling when I heard a gruff greeting of 'who the fuck is this?'
There was a promise in my voice, and a dark smirk on my lips. "You got some 'splainin' ta do, ya self-important sumbitch. I'll give ya one chance ta survive this 'cause, when I come, I'm bringin' Hell with me."
Even if I wanted to, I couldn't deny the, admittedly, volatile dynamic between myself and Bella changed. I couldn't deny things were vastly different than they were even an hour ago. I wasn't just out to settle a score anymore. I wasn't just out to aid a human in getting her vindication in a fucked up situation. I was now out for something much more than I ever thought I would be. Vengeance wasn't even on the table any longer. I doubt there was even a word for it.
What I'm gonna do will make Satan cower and demons weep.
Maybe before I shatter skulls and torch torsos, I should thank the Cullens. I mean, without them, I probably wouldn't have ever met my girl. Maybe before I send him to Hell, I should clap Jasper on the shoulder for introducing us. Maybe before he dies, I'll force Edward to watch as I fuck my mate senseless.
Maybe...
Maybe...
Maybe...
*X*
Rut-row... Seems the Captain is starting to emerge just a little more as time passes. How much longer do you think it'll be before the demon within is all there is?
Peter is such a smart fucker, but he certainly wasn't ready for THAT, was he? *giggles* Told you this was a pairing story. Sometimes, shit takes more than a day and it's a rough road to get there. Doesn't help when the past can't be let go, and old habits die hard.
Now... what DOES the self-appointed jackass have on them? Or at least, what does he think he does? Will Peter figure it out before it's too late? Who did he call? Will he get the answers he so desperately thinks he needs, or will he have to employ the art of improvisation? Is he really ready for a newborn Bella when the human version had made it her mission to drive him completely insane?
What's on the horizon for our Captain and Little Sugar? Find out next time!
~Speklez
P.S. this is tomorrow's update. I have other things going on, so don't expect much from me over the next couple of days.